Sometimes I relax on Sundays and watch a little pro football. Are you watching with me? No...you're a dumbass. Kneel at my feet until I have use for you. I've programmed my foot loser's brain so that every 'snap' of my manicured fingers means something different. For example: first snap = smell my feet. Second snap = foot kisses. Third snap = lick my feet. And be ready to refill my glass of and offer your face for my feet to rest upon, bitch. This is a MUCH better use of your time on gameday, don't you agree?